❉ in the w i n t e r - air. ❉

[karkadorr]

{{ will post asap c: }}

[haadez_]

where should I start?]

[benexo]

ooc; anywhere, we're all at the ice rink, and i think andthat'sjustme's character is open for rp-ing c:

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tagged; no-one, open!
look; winter fashion, cosy style
hairstyle; small braid - aka number two

Cold, oh so cold. Wind, oh so numbing. Scenery, oh so serene. The gentle yet consistent snow and finally ceased, though the biting chill still remained in the breeze. A gentle haze of breath hung in the dim morning atmosphere, and with every exhale, another cloud of warmth escaped into the sky. Wilshire was truly a wonderful place to stay at winter, with the glow of fire-light from the cottages and the winter’s mourn awakened with a beautiful red of the sun, which failed to heat the country below it with its natural temperature. Protected with a scarf, a pair of gloves and a hat from Hollister, she was ready and willing for her trip to the ice rink, though she was yet to be persuaded to actually get onto the rink wearing some blue ice-skates. Remembering her iPad, she headed out, instantly numbed by the below freezing temperature, and let out a minor shiver because of it. Skye was easily distracted; the sixteen year old stopped off on the way to look into some shop windows, and just before the ice rink, she trundled into the small, cosy coffee shop and order herself a hot chocolate. After tipping the waiter, she headed out once again and skipped her way along the sidewalk to the ice-rink which was seemingly buzzing with many early-venturers and those willing to skate their way well into the day, possibly some into the afternoon. She sat upon arrival, on a small, wooden bench opposite the ice-rink, but close enough to observe and hear the louder conversations happening in the skaters merry bliss. In the early light of the morning, she switched on her iPad and unlocked the screen rapidly, sheltering it from prying eyes when keying in the password. A small smile appeared on her face as she noticed the wallpaper upon her screen; a picture taken with her ex {liam} the last winter but in the very same spot. Before sighing, she closed the device, remembering to lock it, and sat quietly, watching the skaters flit by on the thinnest of blades against transparent ice, watching with wonder at their amazing grace without a word.

[haadez_]

It was cold, and crisp our by the ice rink. Brandon stands watching ice skaters, as they gracefully move around. He wasn't one to go out in the ice himself, not unless he planned on flailing around. His body was made for football, not skating around, making a fool if himself. Pulling his hood up over his hair, Brandon looks around as the cool wind bowls over him. He stares at the thin almost transparent, ice, that was full if thin small lines from the sharp ice skates. Pulling out his smartphone, he glides his thumb over it, snapping a picture. It was a nice day, it was chilly, but he was used to the cold, so it didn't bother him much. Looking around he spotted quite a lot of people, some he knew, most of the people, Brandon could only remember seeing them around, he couldn't place names to any of them though. Sighing, Brandon takes a seat on a bench, closing his eyes he begins thinking. His girlfriend and him had been dating for about a year before he had found out she'd been cheating on him with his former best friend, and few months ago he had dumped her. Opening his eyes he lets his deep brown hair fall over his eyes as he zones out, stHIaring at a few trees swaying with the wind. His phone goes off,and he takes it out of his pocket, it was a text from his former best friend, saying he was sorry. Brandon had gotten about 10 already,and hasn't replied to any of them. Frankly he was getting annoyed, from all of the emails, phone calls, and messages. Shutting it off, he stands up and wonders around the rink looking around at everyone, a small smile on his face. As he watches people skating and laughing, He sighs and spots a girl sitting on a bench. He decides to say Hi to her. As she puts her iPad down, Brandon walks over. "Hi." He greets with a soft crooked smile. He had his hands in his pockets, and bad his blue-grey eye trained on her.

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Sara-Ray
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At the ice rink

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Single~ She hasn't got out of
the house much.

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Eve Terranova - benexo
James Turner - fiasco
Fynn Hawking - imperialfate
Halim Najjar - an asian to the knee

Typically, Sara blushed when James said, "Oh, wow, I suppose she's very good at it if she practices regularly." - even though she knew that he was probably putting it on for her dear little sister. "Every day." She said quietly, and, not sure whether he heard her, she once again lost track of the other conversation yet again. And when he spoke yet again, it was an involuntary reaction to look at the ground and smile. "Maybe some other time, kiddo, and perhaps your sister could show me her killer skills in the rink," Not sure whether he was joking or not, she smiled again, and nodded slightly.
Once again trying to keep up with the other conversation, Sara-Ray shook her head as Eve tried to pay for her sister, insisting on paying for her herself. "That sounds more reasonable. But please, I want to treat you guys - all of you." "Eve," She tried to say, faltering, unable to find the words to say what she wanted to say. And she couldn't, though she managed a smile, before turning back to her conversation with James.
The people around her seemed nice enough, from what she could tell. Eve was generous, incredibly so, and looked quite friendly; Halim was good-natured; Fynn, well, Ray couldn't really figure out what she was like yet, she'd barely had an opportunity to talk to the other girl. And James? He seemed to be just as shy as Ray was, or maybe not quite so much. Realising that her mind had wandered off without her, she managed to catch the last snippet of what he said. "-I might... ermm.. jog you home?" Her smile stayed on her face, though it was genuine rather than the fake one she had managed slightly before.

"Tha-that would be nice." Ray said, but then looked at her sister. "Do you really want the hot chocolate?" She asked her quietly, but the little girl nodded, and said, "Ray, you promised on the way here." Sighing and ruffling her sister's hair, Ray shivered slightly, finally figuring out that her coat probably wasn't thick enough.

Actually catching the last thing Eve said, "How long have you all been in Wilshire?" Sara-Ray looked at the ground - yet again, probably the fifth or sixth time in the conversation - before saying, "My parents... They moved out here when I was fourteen." She paused, then realised they didn't actually know how old she was. "F-four years." Adding the last part rather hastily, she made eye contact with Eve, a small smile slipping onto her face.

[karkadorr]

✒ ғ y ɴ ɴ.

british ❖ single ❖ 17 ❖ at the ice rink ❖ tagged; eve [benexo], sara-ray [try and fly], james [fiasco], halim [an asian to the knee]

She watched all of the new characters she had never seen before introduce themselves. For a brief moment, she wondered if any of them wanted to get to know her better, but she shook it off. Fynn very well knew that she was unapproachable, with her razor silver gaze and her stone cold expression that was so commonly seen on her face. In fact, she mused, Eve was pretty much the only person she could tolerate and have a good time with in Wilshire. And so, she sat back and observed, like she usually did.

Sara-Ray, the girl with the sister, seemed like an insecure little girl who stammered on her words and didn't really know what to say in social situations, but that was just a brief overview of her. Fynn really didn't mean to be harsh in her judgement, but she only thought what she saw, and that was what she saw at that moment, but of course, her view could change. James, well, he looked like he was great around kids but not around people his age. Of course though, this was all based on what she had observed within the few minutes they had all been together. She had no way of knowing whether he was as awkward as some people she had encountered in the seventeen years that she had been alive. Halim, from what she had just seen, from the way he had almost expressed amusement at her glare, well she was already annoyed with him, but showed no signs of irritation on her outer face. And Eve was just her best friend and she was pretty sure she'd be an antisocial hermit if it weren't for Eve.

"You already know how long I've been here, Eve," Fynn chuckled and sat back, her gray eyes darting over everyone she had just become acquainted with. She had been here for about 2 years, and she loved the winter weather in Wilshire. It was cold without being dangerous and pretty without being cheesy. The perfect weather for her, but the disgusting couples that PDA'd and kissed in public just irritated her. Maybe it was because she was deflected from any thought of cheesy romance, or possibly because she was jealous. Fynn was a proud girl, and therefore refused to think and reflect further on the matter, so she stood up and walked through the snow, bought a hot cocoa, and came back, sitting back on the bench beside Eve, the cold in the air biting at her fingers, and she sighed inwardly with happiness when the hot cocoa warmed her fingers as they clutched the cup.

[benexo]

{. ｅｖｅ - ｔｅｒｒａｎｏｖａ

▷ sixteen . at ; ice rink .tagged ; fynn ; sara-ray ; james ; halim


So, the shy Sara-Ray had, in fact, been around for quite some time. And Fynn, half of that. Eve wondered absentmindedly how they had not known each other prior to this meeting, considering Wilshire was a very small town with limited social spaces. Then again, both were not ones to hang out in such places, so it was understandable. So far, Eve had heard of the populous coffee shop - that she had yet to visit - and the scenic park surrounding the north outskirt of town. Those two sites as well as the ice rink seemed to be the only places for people their age to visit and kill time at.

"That's a pretty decent amount of time, Ray," replied Eve, smiling back. It was tough to hold this girl's eye contact, but she tried, nevertheless. "Do you like it here? And yes, Fynn," laughed the Italian. With a teasing wink, Eve added, "Who could forget about Fynn Hawking?"

It was a joke indeed, but it shone with a ray of truth. Fynn Hawking was a one-in-a-kind sort of person. She'd also helped Eve settle in, and introduced her to all the important spots in town. Since both of them were off school for the winter, they'd have plenty of time to thoroughly get to know each other. Within a month, they had bonded so closely, and Eve, being the devoted sixteen year old she was would, without a doubt, give her life for Fynn.

ooc; sorry this post suuuucks. agh, i'm disappointed in myself -.-

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tagged; Brandon
look; winter fashion, cosy style
hairstyle; small braid - aka number two

She observed the skaters silently for a while, mostly in awe with how some of them stay on their feet whilst on the most slippery of surfaces. As they where skating by, she noticed several of her friends, yet they failed to realise her presence, so just sat still and sighed. She was almost surprised by the boy who greeted her, but felt a sense recognition, as if she had seen him before, though he looked slightly older than Skye. "Hey. Wait, haven't I seen you before, you play football right?" she queered, compelled by her inquisitive nature and her persistence to find more information about this person. She paused, pulled a confused-looking face then resumed her conversation. “Yeah, I am almost certain we played against you, and I am sure you won, though I did score in that match. I play for Wilshire Rangers. It might not have been you, but...” She smiled awkwardly, the laughed at her failing attempt to retell the match details in which she had played only a few matches ago. Skye leant back on the bench, then moved along it so there was room for her new ‘acquaintance’ to sit. "What position do you play in? I'm a defensive mid-fielder, but sometimes the coach lets me play in a position more forward." Skye grinned again, then took off her scarf and placed in next to her on the bench. She once again, observing the peaceful and serene symmetry of the park and the scattered oblivious to their dogs running rampage through the thick and pure white snow and icy, frost bitten leaves. “It’s nice, winter. Especially in Wilshire” she muttered, whilst smiling, then turned to Brandon. “It’s Skye” she said quietly, “And you are?”

[{{ f i a s c o }}]

James Turner


As the girl agreed, James smiled, and nodded. "Sure, no problem," he said good-naturedly, while looking at Wendy fondly. He soon lifted his gaze from the pair and directed it to the rest, noticing how absent he'd been from the other conversations. Eve asked about their stays in the town and James smiled, slightly embarrassed, seeing as everyone seemed to be full-time residents here. "I've only been here about a week and a half. It's temporary, my family suggested I take a break -". Once more, James found himself drifting towards the subject of his amnesia and bit his tongue, pausing for two seconds, before continuing "I like the town," he commented, changing the subject abruptly. "It's very different from Chicago."

He looked at all the faces awkwardly; the sharp Fynn, the humorous Halim, friendly Eve and shy Ray. "I don't know anyone here. I've pretty much locked myself up in the house and done little," he said, laughing a little at his own laziness. "Hence, I don't really know anyone except for a few old relatives and second and third cousins, or something," he muttered, stating the obvious.

He looked around again and noted Eve and Fynn's close relationship; he supposed they had been friends for a long time already, which didn't surprise him considering this was a tiny town and everyone knew each other. Therefore, he wondered how they would take his newbie state. Living in a big city like Chicago, he knew he'd have a hard time getting use to knowing almost everyone in the town at some stage, if he ever managed it. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing; here he had the chance to start anew, unlike in his previous home.

Tagged;; With all. Talking Sara-Ray + Eve.

Blah... pure fluff. No muse.

I was thinking... what about someone organizing or already having a party planned and inviting the charries? I thought it might be a way to make the plot a bit more agile rather than just have them sitting here chatting... I would make James invite everyone but it's not really in his personality to organize wild parties in the holidays ^^'' Perhaps Halim or Fynn, which are the more extroverted? I dunno, see what you guys think c: